*Dion*
“What are you thinking, Dion ?”
Gina’s question comes as soon as we turn into the alleyway between the brick building that houses her tavern and one that houses an apothecary. Folding my arms over my chest, I lean against the wall, grateful she didn’t begin her inquisition on the street. “I need information she possesses”.
“Then pay her for it. Don’t make her a partner”. My sister huffs.
“Too late”. I just say.
She shakes her head forcefully and begins pacing. “I shouldn’t have told you she was here”.
“She has changed, Gina. She’s different. She’s not the girl I once loved”. I explain.
She brings her pacing to an abrupt halt. “So you feel nothing for her ?”
“I didn’t say that”. Lowering my gaze, I scuff my boot against the ground, then lift my head so I can meet her eyes. “
